Tags haiku
RelentlessA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicA nature style haiku. |
Four haiku written while walking - 3/24/12A Poem by Weston R.While walking today, I ended up writing these four haiku. |
Melting...A Poem by Igor G. Balatskyfrom ‘The Way of Grass’ |
Nocturnal TransgressionsA Poem by Adam M. SnowMy nocturnal transgressions upon the hour; I seek the truth, my lips are sour. I humble again, what is becoming, A nightly whimper my flesh succumb.. |
Night of YoreA Poem by Adam M. SnowSpeak softly so my heart can hear, Of your voice and make it clear. I don't have time to bicker and sing, But o'er thy voice, a bell dost ring. |
The Birth of SpringA Poem by Adam M. SnowA birth of Spring brings flowers bloom, A beauty that reigns from nature's womb; Bringing forth a new day of yore; A beauty that reigns forevermore.. |
The Sunlight DaughterA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe single spring allotted her expires, Like the sun at dusk inspires; And though she knows not a reason, She awaits the sun by season. |
Death of a DreamerA Poem by Adam M. SnowWoe is I that death dost follow. Is I to die by hands of sorrow. |
winter fire holesA Poem by Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram* Bamboo embraced The fireholes in the winter... The lovely flute born ! ......Ka Na Kalyanasunda.. |
WINDS (Haiku)A Poem by Scarlet_RaindropsOriginal work by Victoria C. Uy |
Lonely roadsA Poem by Kandy KittWords in my head, I've been meaning to say. |
My Mind is a White CanvasA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived, And I wonder all that I've deceived. I dreamt all that I could dream up till now; My mind dra.. |
My Soon Forgotten MemoryA Poem by Adam M. SnowMemories gone and left me astray, Alone without a thought, I wish it to stay. It's all I had in this once peaceful time; My memories and dreams, my.. |
Bleeding in FlamesA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicI just love haikus. |
Buddy is for me!A Poem by Grace uMy dog is sitting on my lap now. So cute, big and fuzzy...I feel like writing a poem now about it! |
SPRINGA Poem by brightcloudThis is a little spring poem in three parts. The last, a simple haiku, was born from insomnia and the recognition of a certain songbird that began pip.. |